A Vile Habit Vintage clip from 2013, this one is remastered with a better ending!

I am a belly dancer performing for the sheik. I shake my hips and gyrate for his pleasure, and before long he calls me to his side. He comments that he wishes my stomach was more round and full, and I agree that belly dancers with such attributes are much more in demand. He instructs me to rub some special oil on my belly and he helps me out, rubbing it in, he says this will make it grow. I dance for him more and I start to feel it, my belly growing as I dance! I feel a little strange, and my belly v...

A Vile Habit Vintage clip from 2013, this one is remastered with a better ending!

I am a belly dancer performing for the sheik. I shake my hips and gyrate for his pleasure, and before long he calls me to his side. He comments that he wishes my stomach was more round and full, and I agree that belly dancers with such attributes are much more in demand. He instructs me to rub some special oil on my belly and he helps me out, rubbing it in, he says this will make it grow. I dance for him more and I start to feel it, my belly growing as I dance! I feel a little strange, and my belly visibly becomes larger and even jiggles as I dance. It starts to spasm and hurt and I complain that it is going too fast and that I'm afraid, but the sheik is pleased. I continue to dance through my pain as much as I can, clutching my belly and complaining at times. It sticks out as if I'm pregnant, and I collapse on the floor as it bulges way out, focusing on my screaming face as my stomach pops loudly like a balloon and it fades to black.